To finish one wuick little thing, you decided to go to the Sugercube Corner first. "So Applebloom," you start, "how do you feel about taste testing something Pinkie Pie made?"
Her ears perk up. "You think I can get my cutie mark doing so?" Her and her obsession with cutie marks... You remember the time she had the "Cutie Mark Pox", or something like that. You'd think that she'd learn her lesson after that, but the Crusaders are still at it. Even her cousin, Babs Seed, is going through with this.
"Maybe, but as I keep saying, I don't expect it as much as you do, but I'm still rooting for you, Applebloom. I don't know why, but I feel that you're gonna get yours sooner than what I think."
You looked at Applebloom and could've sworn she just blushed. You looked away just before she looks at you. With a shy look, the blush slowly goes away, just before she realized that she was very close to swooning, minus the hand gesture. It was too late to see that when Applebloom leaned too far and fell.
"Whoa! Oof!"
"Applebloom! Are you okay?" You grab her hand and try to pull her up but it was backfired, since you used too much strength by overestimating her weigh, and you end up falling back, bringing the filly down, with her being on top, thus creating a very awkward scene.
She was nearly hugging you, head buried on your shoulder. Applebloom gets up with a blush on her face. You had one as well, much redder and bigger than hers.
"Sorry, Applebloom," was all you could say.
"I am fine now though..." she replies. You were both in the moment, but you didn't know what to do. Kiss her right now, or hurt her feelings?
Your questions were answered when...
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